It was the summer of 1921 when my family first ventured to California for a family reunion. We had recently come to learn, by telegram, that our family tree had extended beyond our East Coast clan to include a branch of the Prescotts who now live in the up-and-coming town of Los Angeles. Uncle Neal had sent my father, mother and me a train ticket. We rode t...
Miss June picked up a sand dollar off the shore. The tourist season was now officially in full swing. The Canadians hailed down on Southern Maine like one of those terrible winter storms only Mainers seem to get. Miss June walked up the strip wearing a short dress. She thought she was immune to the semi-naked bodies shambling along, but one fella stood out i...
Before I can tell of what happened to me today, you have to understand the tension that's been developing inside me in relation to this woman. Clara is my godmother and until we left the country of my birth we all were very close. As a kid, we spent a lot of time together and she took my siblings and I on holidays at least once a year. She had been married b...
Ray stood up from the chair in the New Millennium African Braiding salon and checked his fresh cornrows in the lengthy wall mirror. He folded off three twenty dollar bills and told the attractive dark-skinned stylist from Ghana to keep the change. She had attempted on occasion to get the six-foot-four-inch, two hundred forty pound brother to get inside her p...
I'm Vietnamese by birth. I came to America as a teenager, and I can't imagine ever leaving. The American people are the finest people in the world: cheerful, hard-working, generous to a fault, and almost too hospitable to be believed. I couldn't quite believe what I'd been told about America until I got here. Even today it sometimes seems unreal. I even fou...
"We're quite a pair, I mean look at us," Melissa said after tossing her armload of branches into the huge pile covering their front yard. "Yeah, pretty grungy, but hey this should be the last of it," Harry replied, dragging two garbage bags full of debris next to the large pile. "Well, finished until the power comes on, then we've got to get the inside of...
Shaima "Shay" Osman, born in the City of Chicago, Illinois, is, by all definitions, one of those young women with a bad reputation. Born to a Somali immigrant mother and a white American father, both of whom gave her up shortly after birth, Shay Osman didn't have it easy and bounced from one foster home to another. The City of Chicago was full of people who...
There were no witty words, no come-hither looks, no pick-up lines. There was only the contact, the mutual understanding, and the long car ride home. I sat next to him in his brand new 2003 Jeep Wrangler, wondering why the sexiest man in the world had to have the car with a tiny engine and the worst acceleration rate ever. I shifted positions, trying to cove...
Everyone always asks me, "What's the dirtiest thing you have ever done?" I usually answer with a short fucked two guys an hour apart answer, but I think it's time I tell the whole story. As you probably guessed, I'm Jenni. Or Jen, or Pink or Pinky. I got that nickname from my friends when I dyed my waist length hair bright pink earlier this spring. I'm you...
I had the odds for finding a goodly-sized lady to take me from behind down to a science. It was all in the very first glance they gave, and I could tell in mere seconds who could and would, who might and might not, and who never in a week of Leap Year April Fool's Days would even consider it. Never trust a gal who couldn't look you in the eye. Those were t...